Chapter 182. A Glass of Water

DOVE

The time for Jacob’s return was approaching; it was almost that time, and I was looking out the window every two minutes to see if the troops were visible or could catch a glimpse.

“He will arrive today, I am sure of it,” I said to Carmen.

Nicolas had sensed his presence; he could see it because he had changed his posture, and that happened when his father was around; besides, he had stopped crying. Normally, he did not sleep badly, and when he did not sleep, this insomnia was suddenly there.

“He will have won; the king will finally declare peace,” Carmen began to say, while drawing on a parchment a kind of cat that she used to draw when she had time.

She was the strongest and most present companion I had in these last days; her presence had reassured Nicolas and would be a great comfort to me. She was a wonderful confidant and she was brave; she was sure that anything that tried to come through the doors of the room could be stopped. The fear of